Jian Wushuang did not answer the lord's question, but just stared at him coldly.
"I've been in this mansion for quite a while and haven't gotten my opportunity for treasure yet, but here you are with the greatest luck around!" Blackhill Lord smiled cruelly. "Boy, your life has a lot of value in our camp.
"So, it will be a rewarding exploration as long as I kill you."
The lord held a long black spear in his hand as he spoke, and its surging power revealed its nature as a first-grade magic weapon.
Filled with killing desire, Blackhill Lord moved.
"Swish!"
The spear pierced through the void and approached Jian Wushuang like a black ghost. Swirling, it targeted Jian Wushuang's throat like a snake targeting its prey.
It was a fast strike, much faster than an expert in the Saint Realm could make.
"Is this a strike from a lord?"